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Sob Myself To Sickness

Sobbing myself sick
Wanting for nothing in the wake of losing something.

Wanting for that which no longer exists
Is a taxing experience
Drives you listless.
Drives you distances
Into darkness
And on the way back you don’t what you’ve accomplished.

Wallowing
In all kinds of things
None of them will ease the pangs.
Eventually
The waves will dissipate
And I’ll learn to breathe again
Without the risk of water flooding in
I’ll stop drowning.
I’ll just swim.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville.
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